Ye Jiaren was suddenly panicked. How could this happen?
She felt like she was going to die. Even the previous medicines had lost their effect, devoid of any potency, and the deeply pierced wounds kept bleeding. If it continued like this, she would bleed to death soon.
Hu Lingsheng approached Ye Jiaren, looking down at her from above, his gaze as indifferent as looking at an ant, "Without my elixir, it won't be long before you bleed to death."
Ye Jiaren's gaze was fixed on the grassy area ahead, reaching out to grab the blood-stained elixir. She did not want to die; she wanted to live.
Hu Lingsheng lifted his foot and stepped down on Ye Jiaren's hand, exerting pressure. Despite doing something so cruel, his face remained calm, still bearing the demeanor of a Fallen Immortal, "Did I say you could eat it?"
Ye Jiaren felt her hand was about to be crushed, but compared to the pain on her body, the pain in her hand was nothing.
